I woke up this morning with a crick in my neck.

As I was getting out of bed, my neck was straining from the weight of my own head. Even thinking made my neck hurt.

So, today, I haven’t so much as turned my neck as I have turned my whole body, like I’m Michael Keaton’s Batman. His Batman may have been one of the best Batmans onscreen, but he moved like he had a neck brace on. I wish I had a neck brace on. So it goes.